Chapter 11: A Lapdog Wouldn't Like That

Brad Quinny had lost all his backbone. He apologized in a low, obsequious voice. Then a thought struck him. "You're here to buy a car, right? Whichever one you like-just take it. I…" Hugh Casson raised his hand. "Beat it." Brad didn't stick around. He hurried his dazed date toward the door, though a flash of hatred flickered in his eyes. His date stood there, stunned. It was the first time she'd seen Brad swallow his pride instead of blowing up. They'd barely walked a few steps when an elegant...